The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.
A film is a petrified fountain of thought.
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.
The poet never asks for admiration; he wants to be believed.